Perfume Journey

9.【BlueSeductionForMen／Blue Seduction】

Top Notes: Bergamot, Blackcurrant, Mint, Melon

Middle Flavor: Cardamom, Nutmeg

Aftertaste: amber, cedar, oak moss, cappuccino

His back hurt a little, and Fernand guessed that Roy had grabbed too hard just now.He put on his trousers and packed up the student reports that had been thrown to the floor; Roy just sat at his desk - naked - holding the crushed report and trying to smooth out the creased and damp paper.The students who were thrown to the ground reported that nothing happened, but the financial statements that were placed farther away suffered.

"It's hopeless," Roy announced, throwing the report aside and sinking into his swivel chair.

Fernand stood beside Roy, turned the chair to face him, squatted and grabbed Roy's ankles.Those were a pair of well-proportioned, pale legs with powerful kicks.

He let Roy step on his knees and slowly kneaded them upwards. "What do you want for dinner?" For Fernand, dinner before nine o'clock is too early, but American habits are different.

"Roasted tomatoes." Leaning on the armrest with one hand resting on his forehead, Roy's green eyes did not blink as he was served. "There is still a bag of pears and melons on the dining table. It would be better if you can find a way to get rid of it."

"Eat it straight away."

"I don't have to think about this method."

"What else?"

The king in new clothes announced magnanimously, "No, you decide."

Fernand continued to massage Roy for a while, and waited until it was almost time before going to count the materials for dinner.

There is smoked salmon, sausage and bacon in the freezer, and the week's supply bought last Saturday will be used up today.

The homeowner finally put on his clothes and swaggered into the kitchen, but he just watched with arms folded, without any willingness to participate.Fernand didn't expect Roy to be of any help either. Roy's cooking was as bad as he had declared his specialty, no exaggeration.

"Honey, could you please bring the fruit from the table?"

Roy made a lazy nasal sound, his hair was still a little messy, and he obediently brought the fruit from the dining table.As Fernand picked up the fruit, he continued to give instructions before Roy could utter any disastrous sentence about trying to help with the cooking: "If it's okay, you can peel four potatoes and cut them into pieces, and one onion, cut them into small pieces, oven Preheat for 10 minutes, 170 degrees." Pick a few fruits and throw them to Roy.

"Four are so many?"

"It's the main course. Remember to chop some chopped onions for your grilled tomatoes." The speed was fast, the result was clean and beautiful, and it was hard to believe that Roy was more cruel to food than the British.But there is a kind of person in the world who handles the food with one hundred postures; puts the food on the stove, and the taste is zero.

After Fernand finished helping Roy with all he could, he simply drove him out of the kitchen.

But boring people are always unwilling to be lonely. Roy sat in his usual dining place, with smoked salmon and fruit salad in front of him, and a glass of freshly poured fruit wine in his hand, leisurely and cozy.Fernand had to admit that Roy would enjoy it very much, although the look of waiting to eat was quite embarrassing.

"Pear Gazpacho." A few minutes later he put down the third course. "You said you want to get rid of that bag of fruit that I don't know where it came from. We have to eat a whole fruit meal today."

"If you think the taste matches well, then I'm fine." Roy shrugged and started to arrange the tableware.

When the two appetizers were served, Fernand glanced at Roy. He was reading a book without moving. "Not hungry?"

Shaking his head, "Wait for you."

Fernand's eyes flashed, he bowed his head happily to kiss him, and sat down. "It's ready to eat, except for the potatoes in the oven."

He is used to sitting next to Roy. Although watching Roy eat is also enjoyable, but Fernand prefers to be able to kiss people at any time.

There are lettuce, melon, pear, apple and mixed cheese in the salad plate. The light aroma of bergamot leaf fragments on top and the fruity sweetness of cold soup are covered by the meaty aroma of sausage bacon rolls and the slight acidity of grilled tomatoes.

They ate all the fruits and vegetables in the salad plate. The fruit-based cold soup tasted refreshing and sweet. Fernand looked forward to watching Roy show how to eat roasted tomatoes with a knife and fork without spilling a drop of soup.Although the tomato, which is slightly smaller than a fist, has been cut in half, but using the tableware elegantly does not mean high skill, and it is still cutting soft and juicy food.

Stupid bet, but they can even bet on such meaningless things as finishing the report within an hour and who gets the highest score in the video game, which is not bad.

Roy took a knife and quickly pushed the tomato filled with onion mince cheese into the waiting fork and put it into his mouth in one bite. The action was quick without dripping any liquid that should not be dripped, and at the end he threw a demonstrative look.

Fernand was dumbfounded at first, this way of eating is really... so unrefined!He was very dissatisfied, "You cheated."

"The only rule is 'use knife and fork,'" he said triumphantly, "comment on my quick wit."

Shaking his head, "I don't want to talk about it."

Roy raised his glass arrogantly, "Then realize your bet and pour the bar."

With a tsk, Fernand reluctantly picked up the jug and poured wine into the empty glass in Roy's hand.When the loser is himself, Roy's smug smile looks worthy of a beating.

He left the dining table to get the roasted onions and potatoes in the oven and poured himself a glass when he came back. Roy didn't follow his back, but gently swirled the rose-colored wine in the glass, his eyes bright and mysterious.

"School will be on winter vacation in a week. Are you planning to go home?"

"No, I went back in summer."

"Would you like to come to my house for Christmas vacation?"

A surprise interval.

Before Roy thought he should withdraw the invitation to avoid spreading embarrassment, Fernand said, in an uncharacteristically hesitant tone: "...well, you know, Christmas is a family holiday in Spain, and it is for me. .”

"Okay, I understand." He smiled politely, concealing the faint disappointment in his heart, and put down his glass, guessing that this was a tactful refusal.

"No, you didn't understand what I was going to say," they seemed to be about to face the embarrassment of having nothing to say.Fernand tried to explain: "It's a family holiday, I hope you think so."

"...I really don't understand what you're trying to say."

God American, why are you usually so damn sensitive that you are a real rude American at this time!

He doesn't like to speak too clearly, it seems to be forcing Roy to express his position, his self-esteem does not allow him to ask the other party to admit their relationship like a woman.Affordable and easy to put down, like a game, if Roy's way is like this, then he can afford it too.

Roy was silent for a long time, eating the roasted onions and potatoes in front of him without saying a word.Thinking, hesitating, frowning, not knowing what to say.

Fernand simply wiped his mouth, put down the cutlery, and said, "I'm full. You probably need to think slowly, I'm going home."

Roy sent people to the door, which had nothing to do with emotional habits. He remained silent for so long that Fernand gradually turned from displeasure to anger.The anger was suppressed, and Fernand was upset, but he hadn't found a reason to lose his temper yet.

Opening the door to leave, while Roy stood behind him, he finally broke the silence and said quietly, "Do you want to come to my house for Christmas vacation?"

It’s okay if you don’t listen, but when Fernand turned around angrily and threw the backpack on Roy, “Are you kidding me!”

He took half a step back to catch the backpack that hit his chest, the force was so great that his chest was tight.For a moment, Roy almost wanted to fight back, but Edmond Dantès could bear it for ten years, and he could bear it for at least 10 minutes to finish what he wanted to say before thinking about revenge. "If you agree, I have to tell my parents to bring my boyfriend back."

"? Meponesfurioso! (I'm so pissed at you!)" After dropping his backpack, Fernand was so angry that he forgot to speak English. He stopped suddenly in the middle of the roar, and found that the words that had just passed through his brain didn't seem to be sentences that must be angry, so he choked. Switch back to English: "What do you mean?"

"I never invite casual friends."

Suspect. "Neither does your Sophie?"

"She's not 'mine', and I don't want my family to misunderstand." He corrected subtly, matter-of-factly.Roy found some cognitive issues between them.But this can be left to the next procedure.

"You stupid, stupid and completely dishonest damn guy, why didn't you say these things 10 minutes ago?" Fernand stepped forward, and Roy was clamped to his chest before he could react. , Hugging hard.

Surprised, stunned, and more confused.For a long time, Roy couldn't think of what to say. He was hugged like this, feeling his chest was being strangled, and some kind of emotion was eroding his heart bit by bit, and it hurt a little...he had more urges to smile.

"You really... like me very much." The voice was very soft, as if something would break if it was any louder.Obviously so used to those games of what you want and what you want, and listening to too many meaningless flirting words... The tense body slowly softened, exhaled slightly, and suddenly found that the anger, blame and hug in front of him were too heavy to bear.He knew he didn't care as much as he showed, and he didn't expect that he cared more than he thought.

"I want to beat you up even more." Fernand was now embarrassed to be told what was on his mind, so he let go of his hard hands, and replaced him with Roy holding on to him.It felt right, especially the way Roy was leaning on his shoulder, Fernand didn't want to push away.

"No, you like me." Great joy.When he looked up, the green eyes were a little moist, and the long eyelashes fluttered.He tried to express calmly, but his voice was hoarse and warm. "I don't know what to say, but...I'm very, very happy."

"Kiss me, or just say you love me." Fingers wrapped around the soft red hair and stroked gently. He knew that passion was a game that didn't require seriousness, so Roy's method of expressing emotion was never intense.

"Although I just found out, I love you." Roy smiled and pressed his authoritative and conceited face, soft and tender; Fernand automatically found his lips, a greasy, reluctant to part kiss, as if wanting to extend infinitely Kiss time.

The lips were attached, grinding softly, and for a while they were so unwilling to move.Until Roy took a bite on Fernand's chin, "Now that we're at the door. Let's go, you said you're going to rent a movie."

"Aren't you full yet?" Fernand didn't either, he really lacked the mood to eat just now.

"You can eat when you come back."

Since Roy said so, Fernand had no objection.Their actions are usually decided by Roy, which is largely based on someone's eating time... Roy has no patience when he is hungry, looks elegant on the surface but frowns frequently, and finally opens his mouth when he is hungry— —Usually bite him, which was unimaginable before—very childish and capricious, but he finds it cute.

It took them a while to find the film at the nearest store.

Fernand chose movies on the premise of doing homework. There are commercial films, documentaries that have been popular in recent years, and classic American romance films that are said to be classics.His teaching assistant twisted his expression when he saw the romance movie set in the Civil War, turned his head and murmured, "From a professional standpoint, I don't think you can write anything... well, if someone can write it, I'm sure." High marks but I don't really want to watch this movie...』

Fernand rented it because of the high score. Of course, he also planned to choose another backup plan.The second time he heard the phrase "Hey, handsome guy, are you alone?" It happened when Roy went to the other side to watch some new movies, and the two were alone.

It was a bit unfortunate to say that it was a woman who approached him and a man who approached Roy.So he coldly rejected the courageous blond beauty, "I'm only interested in men." He said; after a while Roy was invited, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a young boy with a college appearance, wearing a letter T and baseball jacket, plus loose hip-hop style jeans, the strike-up was a bit vibrato.

Probably Roy could also hear the nervousness of the other party, and indeed he did not seem to be in the same class compared to the clothes.

Paired with a simple white shirt and monochrome jeans, Roy's bespoke dark blue shag blazer looked expensive enough.

Of course Fernand knew what Roy looked like in the eyes of boys. Most boys hoped that they could be such a man: elegant and calm, handsome but not neutral, full of masculinity, and damn sexy.To be honest, Fernand didn't want to pay attention to how coquettish the shirt that was only buttoned below the chest line was, showing the smooth white chest muscles, because it was torn apart by him in the afternoon, and Roy didn't button it when he put it on again. good.

He wondered if Roy went out like this on purpose, but it didn't matter, the idea of ​​making more marks on that piece of skin next time is also great.

"You're cute, but," he said politely, "I'm coming with my boyfriend."

"I, I know you must be very popular..." Hearing this, Fernand became impatient, and walked away quickly when he knew it. Why did he stay where he was?

Then the boy took a long time to explain in a trembling voice that he worked in a store on this street and had seen Roy stop several times at the corner flower shop to buy a packaged bouquet of daisies, although the sentence just now Bad opening. He still wants to make a friend, even though he knows Roy already has someone to send flowers to.

Fernand almost crushed the DVD case in his hand, the flowers must not be bought for him, because he didn't receive it, damn it.

Roy smiled slowly and said "Nice to meet you". Fernand thought that the conversation should end here, but accidents always happen at any time.

The boy said, "Can I kiss you?"

Fernand forcefully put the cassette back on the shelf and strode towards Roy.Idiots know how Roy will answer, anyway, it's just a harmless kiss, otherwise he would answer "no problem" indifferently, but just think of the scene where Roy provoked the boy's chin to kiss...

"No." He walked over and cut between the two before Roy could answer, with a defensive expression on his face, completely ignoring the boy's astonishment.

"He has already answered, I'm sorry I have to refuse." He held Fernand's arm, which was half of his body in front of him, and put his palm on his back where the boy didn't see it, stroking slowly and comfortingly: " I won't do anything that will make him unhappy."

The boy looks like he's going to cry, Roy thought.But just as he announced, although he apologized to this little admirer, he didn't want to do anything that would make Fernand unhappy.

The boy was unexpectedly polite, trying to squeeze out a smile and voice to apologize—and say goodbye, Roy nodded to him, and when he was sure the boy had left the store, he slapped his boyfriend reproachfully, who seemed to be defending ownership from beginning to end .

"Don't bully the kid, he looks like he's about to cry."

"I guess he's only a year or two younger than me. You're exaggerating." He grabbed Roy's waist and half-forced him to drag him to the counter. "Go home, I've chosen the video. If you stay longer, I don't know how many people you will attract."

Roy watched him go through the rental formalities and then dragged himself home.There was no resistance, just following Fernand's request.

"Possessive, huh?" Kind of unbelievable, and sudden.It seems that after the relationship was confirmed, all of Fernand's hidden feelings came out.

He paused and stopped at the door of a dessert shop with a gloomy tone.

"Yes. I don't want anyone to get close to you. It's okay to say I'm jealous." The hand around Roy's waist was strong, "The boy just now, I'm not sure if I'll break his arm after you kissed him Still a few ribs, not even a sympathetic kiss, so you have to kiss me."

Those words were authoritarian and rude, and Roy's heart beat wildly, not anger.The feeling of being needed surged up strongly, and he was not only not displeased by being offended, but also enjoyed it.

Fernand didn't care about the wind chimes coming and going from the customers in the store behind him. He nailed Roy to his body savagely, chest to chest, with violence in every word:

"I want you all the time, including right now. I'm going to fuck you until you scream, until you don't remember what it's like for me to leave your body."

"Oh... oh." He was speechless for a few seconds, the place was so wrong, Roy's throat was dry, dizzying joy. "...Maybe later. But we have to go home. Now, immediately."

"why?"

"Because... I want to kiss you." Roy looked into those blue eyes with boundless oceans, resisted the urge to kiss him, and whispered in Fernand's ear: "Also, we are Standing in front of Mrs. Pleasant's."

The comrade's confession seemed a bit rough to the old lady's ears, although Fernand's words were indeed unadorned and intense.

Roy took Fernand and slipped away before Mrs. Pleasant rushed to give a lecture on the theme of "how to show love implicitly". After running all the way home, he entered the door out of breath and each rushed to the kitchen to drink two big glasses water.

Roy forcefully put down the water glass and declared, "I'm hungry!"

The implication of this sentence is "don't talk about anything until the stomach is full." Fernand was very sensible, and he invited the lover who was about to become violent to the table, and reheated the cold dishes.

"Just eat and watch a movie, which one do you want to watch?" After nibbling the roasted tomatoes that are still full of flavor after eating cold, Roy picked up the movie box that was thrown aside and saw the bottom rent. what.

"The one you probably gave the highest score to."

Looking at Fernand standing in the kitchen first, and then looking at the three movies in his hand, Roy complained in a low voice: "I don't know if you want to embarrass the teaching assistant or your boyfriend."

"what?"

"It's okay," he strode towards the living room with the video in hand, "I want coffee and chocolate."

■

Gone with the Wind.

Fernand has no intention of belittling this classic American film, but he feels that maybe the Godfather series or the mummy film full of historical flaws would be a better choice than the present.The hoarseness and romance of old movies had a powerful hypnotic effect on Roy—an academic paper lifted Roy's spirits more than a romantic movie, he thought.

10 minutes after the film started Roy settled for his dinner and ate very seriously.

For the next 5 minutes, he never left his coffee cup. When Fernand piled all the tableware to the sink and returned to the carpet to sit down, Roy leaned on the sofa and stared at the screen, rubbing his temples with a very serious expression.

After playing for less than half an hour, Roy changed from the normal sitting posture of watching TV to limp, and finally fell to the other side as if giving up.As for what to play in the plot, Fernand is sure that Roy didn't take it into his head at all.

Patted Roy's knee, "Bored?"

He quickly sat up and raked his hair: "I guess I can last half an hour, and it is said that after that, the excitement will start."

"You have to wait another 10 minutes." Fernand put his arms around Roy, who was about to fall asleep, and let him lean on his shoulders, guessing that the next time would probably push Roy to sleep.

"Oh, 10 minutes..." Ren Fernand put his arms around him, not wanting to speak much.It’s not that he hasn’t challenged this film before. The result in the past is that he fell to the ground and fell asleep, and the end of the original work was ten pages of hypnosis, which is more effective than sleeping pills.

Fernand didn't want to force Roy to wake up. During these 10 minutes, Roy looked around absent-mindedly. Once, he left his shoulders and dragged the pillow and thin blanket from the sofa, and then leaned back on him without paying any attention. No credits for movies.

In the first hour after the movie started, Roy used a pillow as a pillow and hugged a thin blanket to sleep next to Fernand, with his fingertips hooked on the corner of his clothes, breathing long and softly, and the coffee he drank earlier was useless .

Gently rubbing the covering hand, the relaxed touch is warm and soft.Occasionally Roy would make a slight movement, and Fernand would let him go and fiddle with the red hair instead.

He cut the film, knowing that he didn't have the ability to see anything from the film, and he didn't want to disturb Roy.The latter is the big reason why he didn't get up to change films. Commercial blockbusters that pursue sound, light, audio and video always have a lot of explosive scenes.

Reluctantly rubbing his ears gently with fingertips.Fernand knew that he had put in love earlier than Roy. They didn't start with a game, but Roy's frivolous attitude made this relationship no different from a game.

At that time, he thought this way: Since Roy can, he can certainly let go when the time comes.

Roy shrugged his shoulders.He didn't sleep too soundly, and his ears were sensitive. He blinked and asked unconsciously after being touched like this: "... Is the broadcast over?"

"no."

"But, is the TV turned off?" The confused question was extremely simple. Usually, Roy would only glance at it, and he was too lazy to ask.

Fernand bowed his head and kissed the corners of his eyes: "I don't want to disturb you. Sleep on the bed?"

"Keep watching...I'm going to take a shower. I'm sweating just now..." He stretched out his hand to wrap his head around his neck, and closed his eyes for a while before slowly getting up and sitting up The sofa, and spread it there without moving.Fernand also sat up and hugged him in his arms.

In the beginning, Roy always woke up earlier than him. There were a few times when he woke up early, and Roy woke up immediately when he made a movement, and his expression was alert and clear the moment he opened his eyes.I don't know when it started, Roy will show this confused look in front of him, and when he is in his arms, he will automatically find a comfortable position and continue to doze off, and then spend a long time struggling with sleepiness.

At this time, Roy usually answers all questions.Fernand is definitely a person who is very good at taking advantage of opportunities. He has many doubts today. He knows that he may not always get the answer about love, but Roy's confession is too sudden.

"Roy, honey." There was a soft snort, "How did you even think of inviting me to your house for Christmas today?"

"It's very pitiful to spend the holidays alone." He rubbed into Fernand's arms, "I want to be with you. I don't want to worry about where and who you are with at Christmas. You can't escape if you invite me home it's..."

He couldn't help smiling, "You want to tie me by your side so much?"

Nodding obediently, "I really want to."

"Then why do you like me?"

"...Because you can make me self-willed." Roy's tone turned gentle and steady, and he patted Fernand's face, "Do you need more reasons?"

"I'm very greedy." He grabbed that hand and brought it to his lips to lick and bite gently.The time had come, but he was not disappointed.It is self-evident how important this reason is to a person who has always been the object of dependence. "No amount of reason is enough."

"Insights are your specialty." Roy pushed him with his free hand.It's easy to break free, but I just can't bear it.Fernand let Roy know how to take a shower, shamelessly followed into the bathroom, and finally Roy slammed the door face to face, but Roy was not in the habit of locking it, and finally the bathroom door was secretly opened a crack.

Leaning against the door with folded arms, when the sound of water subsided, Fernand said:

"I asked why just now, and you answered."

"so?"

"Next question, when?"

After a long silence, the sound of water sounded again and then stopped before his answer came out in a low voice.

"...Probably when you said goodnight to me for the first time." Maybe it was earlier that night, when Fernand kissed the back of his neck, maybe it was when Fernand readily agreed to his unconditional request...more It could be every flirtation, every soft touch afterwards.Roy couldn't tell the exact time, but he only knew that he started to care unconsciously, gradually wanting more, feeling flustered when he saw him leave, and the strong joy when he knew that the other party cared about the same -- heartbeat bit by bit Drops accumulate, this is falling in love.

They are very silent today.It seems that every time a conversation reaches a paragraph, every time a sentence is sincerely spoken, the other party must carefully chew the meaning of the words-or, be shocked and ecstatic and unable to control themselves.

"Sweetheart, if you're more honest today, I'm afraid I'm going to have a heart attack." Fernand said, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around the waist of his lover who came out of the bathroom.A few drops of water splashed on the moist skin that was emitting heat.

"Is this another way to die for me?" Roy pinched his face, not wanting to have such a serious conversation anymore, there were enough stimuli tonight, so much that he could hardly bear it. "It feels great, so today's big show, if you want to know something, ask quickly."

As soon as he grabbed the hand that was raging on his face, Roy accidentally let Roy take the opportunity to break free and slip away.After turning on the humidifier, Roy sat on the edge of the bed and wiped off the remaining water droplets on his body with a bath towel. The overly dry air in winter always made him uncomfortable.

Fernand frowned before Roy picked up his pajamas and put them on, "I told you you needed to put on some lotion."

It can't be called spontaneous, Fernand just knows that Roy nods... just nods, because Roy is lazy about most things other than business and study, so he took the bedside lotion and spread it on his hands, Wipe it directly on Roy's body.

Apply from the ankle up, all the way to the place covered by the bath towel.Roy hated the feeling of something on his skin. Although he could bear it, he still wanted to pull his leg out of his hand not very cooperatively.It's a pity that the result of not kicking people over with force is that they can only obediently wait to be let go.

One foot shrank to the bed as if trying to escape something, the bath towel half-covered and fell on the waist, forming a looming block shadow with the other foot still in Fernand's hand.

What a great effect, Fernand absent-mindedly admired the beautiful and sexy scenery in front of him, while stroking the skin on the inner thigh of Roy.His hand was also hidden in the shadows, and he was only one step away from touching it... His lotion-stained palm was on Roy's waist, and the bath towel was still in place, perhaps a little messier than it was a few seconds ago.

Sitting next to Roy, he continued to move his chest, abdomen and back. Since he did not fail, he ignored Roy's futile struggle of twisting and dodging, and did not spare any inch of skin.Finally, he hooked Roy's fingers, and the simmering lotion slipped thinly between their interlocking fingers.

Such a simple action.When he came back to his senses, Fernand had already pushed his lover to lie between the soft mattresses.

"Satisfied?" Roy spread out on the bed and sighed softly. Fortunately, this lotion absorbs quickly, and he only needs to bear it for a while.No, that's not the point, he thought, trying to ignore his faster than usual heartbeat.

Heart pounding.

Even though he was already such a familiar person, he felt his heart beat faster for Fernand countless times tonight, as if every movement and every contact made them more closely connected.

"You are so gentle today." Amber and cedar, the smell of green fields.Fernand buried Roy's neck and gnawed, which would leave marks. Certainly, he wanted this effect. "Does this mean I can really ask whatever I want?"

"Of course, I'll answer casually...you should be more careful!" Roy protested by pulling his hair.

"What's with the flower that the boy said?" The kiss moved to his chest, the way he'd wanted to do it hours ago.

Roy clicked his tongue as he thought of something, "Remind me before I go home for Christmas that in addition to flowers, I also have to buy Japanese desserts from Times Square. Eve—my mother, her favorite flower is daisies. Send her flowers and desserts Save listening to her nagging, you're going to need to know about it."

Pained from being bitten, Roy grabbed Fernand's thick and slightly curly black hair and pulled it back, "You know I'm a person who comes and goes."

He hissed and raised his upper body. "so?"

Rubbing the back of Fernand's head, "Same question: when?"

Fernand put his elbows on Roy's sides, stared at him, and thought for a while.She caressed Roy's cheek, held his face, pressed it against his forehead, and whispered softly and tenderly with her eyes closed:

"? Tucreese mor de lap mer vista? nosédecirlo, bienamada, eres fana, aquíteamo." (Do you believe in love at first sight? I don't know how to say it, my dear, you are mine and I love you.)

The overlapping heartbeats and blending body temperature made him feel dizzy.Roy didn't know if they could get closer, every word of love was like a flame, burning his heart heavily and tenderly.

"...you know that I belong to you," murmured, fingertips across Fernand's lips, so soft and intoxicating. "your."

If the world could be a better place, it must be his moment to kiss him.

"Anadiete pareces des de queyoteamo." (No one can compare with you, from the moment I love you.) Roy said, ignoring Fernand's surprised eyes and pulling him down.

It was only now that Fernand discovered that Roy knew Spanish.

Well, that doesn't matter at all.He can ask after the kiss.

If you remember then.